“Let’s just say the boys got their fight on about it, and leave it at that,” Eve said, and winked. “Tell me that doesn’t make you feel all loved.”

Claire did feel loved, and it made her blush. She concentrated on her food as Michael, Shane, and Eve got their own and slid into the other chairs. At some point, Eve called Shane a tool. Shane called Eve a skank. Normal morning.

Michael, though, was quiet. He sipped his sports bottle and watched them all without saying much. There was something odd about him still, like he was standing a few feet outside of his body, observing. Claire got that feeling again, that gut-twisting one. Something’s wrong.

But he seemed fine when they flipped for the washing-up, and fine when he lost the coin toss. In fact, he was whistling as he scrubbed dishes, tossed them up in the air, and caught them with impossible vampire skill.

Show-off.

“Whoa, whoa, speedy, where you going?” Shane asked as Claire headed for the door. “You just got here!”

“I need to talk to Myrnin,” she said.

“Not right now you don’t. You need to go back to bed.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Which made her feel a horrible stab of guilt, because she hadn’t even called her mom and dad, or gone to see them yet. “Ah, about—”

“Yeah, I know, you need to see the ’rents. Okay, but I go with.”

“Shane, you know how that’s going to play out.”

He sighed. “I really do,” he said. “But I’m not letting you run around Morganville today all by yourself.”

She stopped and turned to him. They were alone in the living room, and she took his hands. “You know about the frat guy? Kyle?”

Shane’s face went completely still, but his eyes were hot. “Yeah, I know. They’ve got him in the cage in Founder’s Square. Word gets around, even if us mere mortals aren’t getting tickets to the barbecue. People are angry. This could go bad, Claire. I don’t think Amelie understands how bad.”

“You think someone might try to break him out?”

“I’m pretty sure someone will. Hell, I’d have done it myself, except I was more worried about you.”

“Shane, I heard what happened. He and his frat buddies pounded on a vampire, and then he killed his own Protector when he came after them.”

“Yeah, well, I’d kill any of them if he had his fangs up in my face, too.”

“But you wouldn’t have let your friends kick some stranger’s ass and rob him; I know you wouldn’t. And Kyle was the ring-leader. Truth is, I don’t think it mattered to him who got hurt or killed. And I’m not sure it wasn’t cold-blooded murder, with his Protector.”

“If you’re not sure it was, then he shouldn’t be in the cage,” Shane said. “She’s going too far. People in this town have a taste of freedom now, and they’re not going to give it up that easily.”

“The vampires aren’t going to give up being in charge, either. People are going to get hurt if both sides keep on pulling.”

Shane nodded slowly. His expression didn’t change. “Our people get hurt here every day.”

There was no talking to him about this, Claire realized; Shane had come to terms with a lot of things, but he was never, ever going to believe that what the vampires did to humans for punishment was right. And she couldn’t blame him. She remembered how sick she’d felt, how horrified, when Shane himself had been in that cage, waiting to die.

Now Kyle was in there, and his family, the people who loved him, they were feeling the same awful horror. Even if he was a total tool, this was worse than punishment. It was cruelty.

“Maybe we should try to get him out,” Claire said. “Does that sound crazy?”

“Only all of it. You know what the penalty is for breaking someone out of that cage?”

“Joining them in it?”

“Bingo. And sorry, but I’m not risking it. You’re not exactly escape-artist material.”

She was a little relieved, actually. “Maybe I can talk to Amelie. Get her to change her mind.”

“See, that’s much more you. Reason Girl,” Shane said. “Parents?”

She nodded and grabbed her backpack from the corner—force of habit: she didn’t have school today, but the weight of the books and all the assorted junk she kept in it made her feel steadier. Shane turned toward the closed kitchen door. “Yo, undead-for-brains, we’re heading to the Danvers house!”

“I heard that,” Michael yelled back.

“Whole point, bro.” Shane offered Claire his arm, and she took it, and they set out for her parents’ house.

It was a nice day to walk, especially with Shane next to her. Well, truthfully, if it had been forty below and a blizzard, it still would have seemed like a nice day with Shane, but it really was beautiful—sunny, not too hot, a cloud-free, faded-denim sky that seemed to stretch a million miles from horizon to horizon. Wind, of course, like there always seemed to be in Morganville, but more of a breeze than a gust.

It still tasted of sand, though.

“Want a coffee?” she asked. Shane shook his head and kicked a rusted can out of their way.

“If I see Oliver, I’m going to punch him right in the face,” he said. “So no. I’ll skip the coffee.”

“Right, no caffeine for you at all.” There wasn’t much else to do in Morganville besides the coffee shop, anyway. Movies weren’t playing yet, and they were too young for the bars, which also weren’t open yet. She was hoping to delay the inevitable bringing-Shane-to-her-parents tension, but really, there was no getting around it.

She was still working on what she was going to say to her dad when Shane said, “Huh. That’s weird.”

There was something in his voice that made her look up. She saw nothing out of place for a second, but then she saw someone sitting on the curb a block up, head down, shoulders shaking.

Crying.

“Should we . . . ?” she asked. Shane shrugged.

“Probably couldn’t hurt. Maybe he needs help.”

It was a he, after all, a college kid wearing a black knit shirt and scuffed-up jeans. Claire had seen him somewhere before. . . .

It was the boy from the Science Building. The one who’d given her the rave flyer. Alex? She thought his name was Alex.

As they got closer, she felt that stab of anxiety again. Alex was not the kind of guy to be crying in public like some four-year-old, and besides that, he looked really, really upset.

“Alex?” Claire let go of Shane’s hand and motioned for him to stay put while she crossed the last few feet to the boy. “Hey, Alex? Are you okay?”

He gulped and swiped at his eyes, blinking furiously. Then he glared at her. “Leave me alone.” There was so much ferocity in his voice that Claire instinctively held up both hands and took a step back.

“Okay, sure, I’m sorry. I’m Claire, remember? From the Science Building? I just wanted to help.”

He looked confused then, as well as angry. He scrambled to his feet and looked around, then lunged for Claire and grabbed her arm. His eyes were wild. “Who are you?” he said. “Where am I?”

“Hey, man, let go!” Shane stepped in and batted Alex’s hand away. “Chill. She was trying to help, okay?”

That seemed to make him angrier. Alex shouted right in their faces, “Where am I? How did you get me here?”

Shane looked at Claire and mimed drinking, then shook his head. “Must have been one hell of a party,” he whispered. “Who is this guy?”

“Just somebody from school.”

“Hey!” Alex was shouting again, getting red in the face. “You tell me how I got here or I’m calling the cops!”

“Um . . .” Claire pointed behind him. One block away were the gates of Texas Prairie University. “You’re not exactly lost. I don’t know how you got here, but all you have to do is turn around and go back to the dorm—”

Alex looked over his shoulder, then snapped his head back around to focus on her. “I don’t know what kind of sick joke you think you’re playing, but you’d better tell me what’s going on right now.”